The shop door slammed shut and Elstan, one of Lord Gaube's goon stood in front of it. Before she could let out a scream, a man came up behind her and gripped her mouth. A silent cry of help escaped her mouth, as she attempted to elbow the man behind her. He blocked her, bringing her closer to him and holding down her hands to her waist. She still struggled, wanting badly to fight her way out of this. This was the worst feeling in the world to her, helplessness.
"Ah ah ah," Elstan said, moving his index finger back and forth and staring intently at Emily. "Wait until that boy is out of range, so no one can hear her screams, Milo."
All hope she had, was now gone with the now distant hooves thudding and wooden carriage wheels sliding on the earth. Elstan circled the room, blowing out all of the candles, and leaving only the hearth for light. All shadows danced eerily, causing more chills to run down her spine, as she attempted to struggle out of Milo’s grasp but deemed herself to be unsuccessful. He was much stronger.
“Are you done yet?” Elstan asked.
She struggled more to show that she wouldn’t cooperate.
“We just want to have a little talk, the sooner you that you quit wiggling and arousing Milo over here, the sooner he’ll let go of you.”
That made her quit squirming instantly. She was very frustrated at this point, her hair already frizzed.
"Don’t make any sudden movements, I would hate to have to burn down this shop you’ve made so neatly," Elstan warned. He would do it too; it was his nature to be destructive. Elstan nodded his head to Milo, to slowly de-attach his death grip from Emily. She began rubbing her wrists, giving him a glance to cut through steel.
"What do you want, Elstan?" Her tone was low.
"My oh my, has Lord Gaube picked a fiery one. I told him not to choose you; you’re too willful for my taste."
Fear trickled in her mind's eye, "What are you talking about?"
"He wants you, Emily. For marriage. He wants to take sport in breaking your spirit," he scoffed with disgust in his voice. "He saw you in town the other day and said that you had grown into your body nicely," he took a look at her more closely. "He wasn’t wrong,” he agreed with Lord Gaube. “He wants a family, and for you to be his wife and to bear his children."
Emily was thoroughly disgusted, "Tell him to go back to hell, where he belongs!"
“Think about it, you would be free of your debts, free of your struggles, be with the most powerful man in the world…”
“Absolutely not! I won’t marry a criminal! I’d be a prisoner!”
"He said that might be your first answer. Think about it Emily, think about what he could do to your business, your family. At least what is left of it. What a pitiful excuse for a mother. She died of depression; instead of raising her children. And she ended up killing the unborn in her womb."
Rage soared through her veins, she felt as if she was on fire! Her fist suddenly met with Elstan's jaw, slamming his head into the direction her fist flew. A wad of spit flew through his mouth! Milo then swung his fist right below her temple. Falling, all she could feel was pain.....Darkness.
Milo proceeded to kick her in the stomach.
“STOP!” Elstan yelled
Milo looked up.
"You fool!" Elstan muttered, feeling his jaw. "We needed her awake to trash her shop. It would have more of an impact on swaying her."
"Sorry," Milo said, gazing at the floor and waiting to be punished. Nothing came, so he sheepishly looked up.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Help me trash this place, but don’t burn it down, we want to make a point, if she still says no in two days, then we’ll burn this place down."
"I like to play with fire," Milo said, smiling. He was a big dumb idiot, but at least he followed orders without asking questions, which made him tolerable for Elstan. Elstan began grabbing all the tools off the wall and throwing them in the hearth, making the fire spew out at him. Milo began ripping out the tables and tipped the anvil over. He had unusual strength for any ordinary man, which often came in handy. Nails of all different sizes scattered on the floor.
"Anything you can destroy, do it! And take her clothes so she can’t run to her brother immediately. She’ll have to wait till the evening, turning her thoughts into embarrassment. I’m going to make sure no one can hear this noise, with all of the surrounding shops," he stated before he walked outside.
Milo nodded his head and went back to work.
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Headache, her skull was pounding. Lifting up her head only to see her shop completely destroyed. "Go figure," she muttered, "Only took a year to build." Feeling cold, she looked down to see her clothing had disappeared, "Greatttt... They had to burn that too." She looked at the window the bright sun was shining in, not making her head feel any better. Also her stomach felt queasy, a large bruise was forming. Must remain tough...... This was definitely an emergency she had to discuss with her brother. She slowly rose to her feet, dizzy at first, but taking deep breaths helped keep her from going unconscious again.
She stabled herself by leaning on one of her shop tables, and then fell into a chair, the bare metal was cold on her body. The entire shop, what she had created with her hands.... destroyed. What to do, what to do.... Lord Gaube will pay for this! She was about to walk out the door, wait…. clothing. What to do about clothing? That was pretty important for her pride. She couldn’t walk around town completely nude. Or could she?
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